“Where were you when the world stopped turning…. that September day?”
The insistent ringing of the phone woke me….. “Wendy, you need to turn on the radio.”
I had no television. “This is your Grandma. Your uncle is OK. He made it out OK.”
Out of where? What happened? I turned on the radio and sat in stunned silence…. the enormity of what had happened slowly sifting into my sleepy brain. I spent the rest of the morning at a friend’s house, watching television and wiping away tears of disbelief…. sadness….. fear…….
Ten years later, I am still very saddened and even fearful…. but the disbelief has been replaced by strong sense of indignant pride and patriotism. Much like a mother hen, my feathers are still ruffled. Ten years later, I have every reason to protect what is near and dear to my heart. And although my mother’s heart would quake with fear, it would also be so very, VERY proud if one of her brood decided to serve and protect….
“The land of the free and the home of the brave.”
God Bless America.